foxtrot

med school ! rabbot x fem!reader ghostface au

Warnings⋆˚࿔: violence, murder, SMUT (fingering, implied threesome), general suggestive content), I'm labeling this at dubcon but not really, fem!reader wears makeup, swearing, but otherwise apperance is not specified, no use of Y/N, medical jargon (def not accurate). do NOT read if this made you uncomfy, MDNI, lmk if i missed any other tags

w/c⋆˚࿔: 5k

a/n: hiii here's part one, I'm looking of for some inspo for a part two so feel free to share ur thoughts, NOT proof read, likes n reblogs r appreciated, comment to be added to the taglist

“All students and young adults are advised to obey the curfew set in place to avoid falling victim to this brutal crime.” 

The news reporter drones on as you continue to study in the diner, your iced coffee has melted, and the snack you ordered sits heavy in your stomach. You have been studying nonestop for your first boards exam as you near the end of your second year of med school when the top student in your relatively small cohort was brutally murdered in their apartment the week before. 

Kendra Wallace was going to be a doctor someday, she had all the time in the world to study for her boards, all the money in the world for tutors, and all the influence that her last name had to get matched into her first choice for residency, nobody doubted her ability to succeed. That’s what made her story national news, not just being brutally murdered, but being brutally murdered while a white rich medical student. You never really interacted with her, but you still felt sympathy for the poor girl and her grieving family, especially because her absence meant that her spot at the top of the class was now occupied by someone else, pushing you into second rather than your humble third. The guilt you had because of it was heavy in your stomach. 

You sighed to yourself and continued with an active recall of your cardiovascular pathology flash cards. 

After a few minutes of working you hear a book drop on your table for dinner. You look up to see Jack and Robby, two of your classmates. You met them both during your M1 year after being assigned as partners in your cadaver lab. You had been friendly with them ever since, mostly because one of them held your hair and the other rubbed your back after you threw up once the first dissection day was over. After that, you felt bonded with them. Always trading notes, debriefing after exams, and occasional movie nights. They made themselves home at your table, calling the waitress over and ordering their receptive usuals. You guys studied together here often. 

“Hey babydoll, how long have you been here?” Jack asks while taking a fry off of your plate. 

You rolled your eyes and pushed the plate towards them, knowing you were too nauseous to eat anything with the guilt and stress from the USMLE step one and Kendra’s death combined. 

“After about four hours, I’m starting to feel a little sick from everything that’s going on though. How are you guys so normal?” You responded 

“Eh, I was just gonna cram the week before the exam like I usually do. It's served me well so far.” Robby lazily replied with a mouth full of your fries. 

“I’m talking about the murder not the fucking boards.” You snapped at him. 

“Oh that.” 

“I heard that they cut off her fingers and fed them to her.” Jack said with a wicked smirk.

“Gross” you learned over the table and shoved him back. “Don’t about her like that, she was our classmate, you freak” 

 Jack and Robby both burst into laughter. 

“We’re just messing with you sweetheart. I thought you would be happier that we’re all moving up in the ranks with her gone.” Robby said. 

“She’s still dead though. I feel guilty about it, like I didn’t earn her spot.” You said with your mouth pressing into a line. Jack slid into your side of the booth and rubbed your back, pulling you into his side. 

“You have a right to her spot. You worked hard and if anyone deserves it, it’s you.” You tried to smile at that but you only mustered a slight raise of the apples of your cheeks. 

“Let’s just get back to work.” You said with a groan, dragging your hand down your face, slightly smudging your mascara. Robby leans over to wipe it off. You continued your flashcards, as they worked on their respective lab reports and assignments. 

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“Hello” Daniel Anderson said exasperatedly while tapping his foot. 

“Hiya Daniel, what’s your favorite scary movie?” The rough baritone voice responded. 

“Who the hell is this?” Daniel said. 

“What’s your favorite scary movie? I asked you a question unless you’re too pussy to answer.” 

“What the fuck, dude. I don’t even know who you are. I’m hanging up.”

“JUST ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION” the voice billowed and Daniel jumped out of his skin at the sudden change in tone. 

“Okay, Jesus. I guess maybe Se7en I don’t know, the one with Brad Pitt. Happy now?” 

“Very. Is that your ex’s favorite too?” 

“What?” 

“You know, that sweet girl you fumbled so badly last month. It was laughable how you tried to get her back with voice notes of you crying like a little bitch.” 

“Listen, dude, you have no idea what you’re talking about. Fuck this.” Daniel hung up the phone, kicking himself for even picking up from an unknown number anyway. It was probably just you and your friends having a sleepover and he refused to be your entertainment. He unlocked his apartment door and put his phone down. 

He had a slight chill and he noticed the window by his fireescape was open. He didn’t remember opening it before he left, but he just assumed that he forgot due to the stress of breaking up with you and his exams. He closed and locked it before turning on the TV and scrolling on tinder to find a hook up. He knew he should have deleted it after you caught him with it while you were together, but he enjoyed the ego boost he got from it too much. 

His phone rang again, from another unknown number, he figured he should just pick up and tell whichever one of your friends to fuck off. 

“Hiya Daniel. You hurt my feelings when you hung up on me like that.” 

“Oh my God. Fuck off. I know it’s you, I said I’m sorry, move on.” 

“It’s not who you think, Daniel, sweetie. Though I should have known you were fuckin’ stupid when you thought you were alone. In this big apartment. Nice pajamas by the way.” 

At that moment the line went dead. Silence filled the apartment, Daniel’s blood went cold. 

A large crash came from the front closet, a masked figure clothed in black robes sprung out holding a large hunting knife. The figure stumbled around its leg seemingly stuck in a shoebox. It was almost comical watching the figure shake its leg free. Daniel would have laughed if he wasn’t frozen in fear. 

He tried to back away when he backed into another figure behind him. Its arms immediately come to pull Daniel into a headlock with another large hunting knife at his neck. Daniel couldn’t stop the warm trickle of liquid down in between his legs, making a massive stain on his hello kitty pajamas that matched with yours. 

The figure in front of him freed himself from the show box and gave a hearty laugh. The burner phone he was holding was discarded on the floor. The figure's voice was familiar, but in his epinephrine induced haze, Daniel couldn’t place it. He knew the figure holding him was several inches taller than the other one. The shorter figure looked at him and made a gesture to the one holding him in place. 

“So should we kill him now orrrr?” 

“What just happened? You can practice your Y-shaped incisions.” The taller one sighed

“Well I got to do it last time so I’m just tryna make it even, bro.” 

“Yeah but I'm better at surgical incisions, yours are janky as hell.” 

“Are you sure man?” 

“Of course, bro.” At this point, Daniel was shaking and squirming against the taller one’s hold. 

“Let’s knock it out and maybe we can practice a cardiac ablation cause I definitely am gonna fail that section of the boards.” The taller one swiftly hit Daniel at his chin with the butt of the hunting knife, causing a mastoid ecchymosis. 

“You’re the best, man.” was the last thing Daniel heard.

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You get a call from your best friend at 9:00am, two mornings later. She called saying that she was coming over and for you to stay on the phone with her. You assumed she failed a practical for her nursing program and she needed support. You were also half asleep from a long night of studying. You had turned your phone into a custom flip phone style where the only apps on there were the call and pictures for the past two days, to maximise studying. 

When she arrived ten minutes later, she brought you breakfast and coffee from the boba place you both frequented. She sat you down on the couch with a serious look on her face. 

“I have something to tell you, and I think it’d be good to hear it from me.” 

Now you were really starting to panic, your head got hot, and your heart jumped into your ears. 

“What’s going on?” You responded. 

“Daniel was killed. They think it was the people who killed Kendra, the girl from your class.”

 She held your hand and you processed the news. Sure you and Daniel didn’t end on great terms, but you knew that you were just looking for a reason to leave, you didn’t wish any harm to him. 

You didn’t register the tears coming down your face until she pulled you into her arms and held you. You both stayed like that for who knows how long. She put one Hello Kitty and Friends to have some background noise while she stroked your hair until you eventually fell asleep, cried out and exhausted. 

Your friend woke you to eat and drink some water to replenish the amount of calories you burned both crying and studying when a knock at your door came. The detectives on the case had come to interview you as a formality when the family said they had heard you and Daniel ended on less than ideal terms. You had a rock solid alibi, studying your usual diner, when the detective asked you a question that made you pause. 

“And you were with Jack Abbot and Michel Robinavitch? When we interviewed them along with your other classmates, they said they were with you.”

 You didn’t remember for sure, you had studied there with them hundreds of times, so it was possible they were there and you were too focused to remember. 

So you agreed, not wanting to accidentally involve them in a murder case by making a simple mistake. Many of the times you studied together your memory of who were with blurred together. 

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You spent the next two weeks focusing on your studies, wanting to score the best you possibly could for the board exams if anyone asked. In reality it was because you wanted to avoid all the grief and pain that’s been accumulating throughout the past weeks after Daniel and Kendra’s deaths. You were very empathetic and felt things very deeply, it was one of the reasons you wanted to be a doctor, to help others. But it was also a reason your profession of choice may wear on you over time. 

You still had anxiety and grief manifesting into your body. There was another idea that kept creeping into the back of your mind; that you were next. Kendra had been at the top, then Daniel, and now you. Everything scared you. You jump at sudden noises, panic at sudden touches that catch you off guard, and in general avoid the general public unless you go to class or work. 

BUMP 

A book slammed on the picnic table you were studying at. A loud giggle erupted behind the book when you looked up. Jack sported a shit-eating grin. 

“Wow babydoll, you are stressed.” he chuckled. 

“Where’s your boyfriend?” You snapped. 

“Oh you know Robby, always doing something. Think he’s at his Grandma’s making cookies or something old people like him do.” You chuckled at that. Robby was two years older than you and Jack, having taken a gap year in between high school and college, then another one between college and med school.  

“Haven’t seen you in a while. You've been hiding? Afraid you’re next on the list?”

Your eyes widened slightly and Jack almost felt bad at the implication. Another part of him enjoyed the way you squirmed in your seat and looked around anxiously. 

“What are you yapping about, Jack? I’m trying to study.” You said exasperatedly. 

“Because you’re in the top spot now. Honestly you should be thanking whoever did it because now you’ll have the pick of the litter for residency.” 

You felt sick at the implication. Not just because you didn’t necessarily earn the spot, but because it might cost you your life. 

“...Jack,” You said in a small voice after thinking for a minute. “I don’t want to joke about that. It scares me.” 

Suddenly all of the pain and fears that you’ve been pushing down for the past few weeks came bubbling up into the surface. Your eyes watered and a lump swelled up in your throat. Jack noticed the sudden distress and moved to sit on your side of the table. He pulled you into his chest as he stroked your hair. 

“I’m sorry…”-hic-”...I don’t know why I’m crying.” You tried to wiggle out of his grasp, mainly to save your pride from being vulnerable to him. 

“Hey, I’m sorry for upsetting you, Babydoll.” Jack said as he held you tighter and dried your tears with his sleeve. 

“Nothin’s gonna happen to ya. You need to relax a little, okay?” 

“But what if-” He stopped you with a hush. 

“Me and Robby got you, you know that.” His other hand rubbed your back as your sobs subsided. “Can’t have anything happen to our favorite valedictorian. Yeah?” 

“I’m scared.” you mumbled. 

“How about if you have anything that scares you or you feel unsafe, you call me or Robby? We live on the floor above you so we’ll be right there.” He said it in a gentle voice that you haven’t heard before. Akin to coaxing a deer in the woods. 

“Okay?” He prompted a response. 

“Alright” You said. 

“Let’s get some food for you. You get all cranky when you’re hungry.” Jack scrunched up his face which made you giggle. You wiped your nose and turned away from him. 

“Fine. But you’re paying.” Jack started packing your textbooks in your bag and putting your laptop into its protective sleeve. 

“Nah, we’ll put it on Robby’s card. He’ll sugar daddy us.” Jack replied cheekily. 

You gave a laugh and something fuzzy bloomed in Jack’s chest. He almost felt bad for what they did to Daniel and Kendra because of the distress it caused you, if it weren’t for the fact that you let him keep his arm around your shoulder as you walked to your favorite diner. He could get used to this. 

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The phone rang with a shrill, waking you up with a start. You were on your couch dozing while watching TikTok and scrolling instagram, getting in your daily doom scroll. It was an unknown number, but you always enjoyed answering for funsies. The worst that could happen was they called you about your car's extended warranty despite the fact that you definitely did not own a car or have a driver's license. 

“Hello.” You answered professionally (what if it was a future employer?). 

“Hello Miss” The voice said your name, it unnerved you slightly. The baritone settles deep into your gut. 

“Who is this?” 

“So, you gotta boyfriend?” You laughed, thinking it was just some middle schoolers at a sleepover. 

“Why…You wanna ask me on a date?” 

“Well, you’re a pretty girl.” 

“Oh yeah? How would you know?” You giggled, twirling your hair, ironically lying on your stomach on the couch, and laying your feet. 

“Because I’m looking right at you, Babydoll.” Your blood ran cold. You hung up the phone and were immediately greeted by another call from the same UNKNOWN. You declined it, and it continued to call back. You tried to ignore it but the phone kept ringing. Thanks to your apple ecosystem, the shrill ring! Wouldn’t stop echoing throughout your apartment. 

You picked up the phone once more and were met with a deep, 

“YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN, YOU DIE LIKE YOUR CLASSMATES!” You let out a sob at the implication. You didn’t know how to respond. 

“Listen man, I DO have a boyfriend! TWO of them! And they’ll fucking beat your ass if you dont stop calling!” You were really just saying nonsense at this point, but you were too scared out of your mind to rationally think. 

“Oh I’m sooooo scared.” The phone line went dead after. You continued crying, almost slobbering. You called your best friend. She didn’t pick up the phone, so she couldn’t come over. You remembered she had another practical to study for anyway. 

After weighing your options, you called Jack, who didn’t answer either. After leaving him a voice note because your hands were too shaky to type, you called Robby who answered on the first ring. 

“Hey, sweetheart, you okay?” he said. You let out a sob. 

“Robby, can you come over?” You said through tears, voice cracking. “If you aren’t busy!” you quickly added. 

“Of course, sweetheart. I’m on my way down.” 

Five minutes later, there was a knock at your door. You looked through the peephole and saw Robby’s lanky figure sporting a shy smile and red pajama pants. You immediately collapsed into him as he wrapped his arms around you. You continued to cry as he walked you back to the couch, sitting you down almost on his lap. You were too caught up in your fear to notice. 

“Shhhhh, I’m here, sweetheart.” he cooed at you, stroking your hair and running his large palm down your back. 

“Robby”-hic’-” I was so sc-scared!” You barely managed to get out. “He said he was looking at me! And he said I would die just like them!” Robby nodded his head against your hair as he continued to comfort you. You calmed down a little bit as you followed his steady breaths. He wiped your tears with his sleeves. 

“Hey, you know me and Jackie got you.” He said assuringly. “Tell me you know that.” When you didn’t respond, he grabbed your chin gently, pulling your face out of the crook of his neck. 

“Go on, say ‘I know Jackie and Robby will take care of me.’” He said the last bit in a higher-pitch voice. You giggled at that. 

“I know Jackie and Robby will take care of me.” Your voice was still a little shaky, but the tears left exhaustion in its place. Your eyes were heavy, but you were too scared to go to bed and leave the couch. 

“Where is Jack? I tried calling him.” You asked, deciding to change the subject. Hoping to get your mind off of it. 

“He picked up a night shift. He likes the darkness or something mysterious.” Robby wiggled his eyebrows. You smiled in response and exhaled through your nose. 

“There she is.” 

It wasn’t uncommon for Jack to leave Robby overnight while he worked as a night security guard at a local hospital for extra cash. You had no idea how he did it, functioning off of three hours of sleep and a celsius during your shared morning lectures before napping the rest of the day. 

You wanted to sleep so badly, getting a headache from your tears, but you were so scared. You thought that if you went to sleep, Robby would leave and you would be alone in  your apartment once again. Robby noticed your dilemma. He shifted slightly to move your legs off his lap so he could face you. 

“Why don’t you go to bed and I’ll sleep here and stay. You look so tired, sweetheart.” You didn’t really have the energy to argue and Robby was being so kind and understanding, you couldn’t help but feel safe with him. You nodded at him. 

“I’ll get you some blankets and a pillow.” You said. 

 Together you made the couch in your cramped apartment into a bed, adding sheets and several pillows. Then you led Robby into your room, it was a tradition that anytime someone slept over, you let them pick a stuffed animal to sleep with. He chuckled softly at you. 

“I don’t really sleep with stuffed animals so I’m not really sure what I should pick. Maybe you should pick for me” Robby said, trying to humor you. 

“Okay.” You picked up your Percy Penguin jellycat and handed it to him. It smelled like you, so he wasn’t going to complain. You showed him where your extra toothbrushes were, and excused yourself to finish your night routine. Showering off the sweat and stress of the day and doing your skincare. Robby swore he could smell your lotion from the living room.

Robby couldn’t lie if you asked him if he was enjoying this. Shamefully growing half hard at your tears in the doorway, he felt so close to you as you cried. The fear on your face had scrunched up your features, he wondered if you would look similar under him, crying out in pleasure instead of terror (maybe both). Stroking your hair and rubbing your back. You smelled so good, too. He enjoyed the feeling of your fat tears wetting his neck and the weight of your legs over his lap, it took everything in him not to pull you on top of him and make you grind and writhe on his bulge while you shook and screamed about the call. He pushed his face into the fucking penguin, it smelled just like you. He had to remind himself that you were only a thin wall away, trying to sleep off the scare (he) someone had given you. He drifted off into sleep. 

You had settled into your soft pajamas, a thin tank top and a pair of boyshorts. You always run hot at night. But, no matter what, you couldn’t fall asleep. You tossed and turned, but to no avail, your mind wouldn’t slow down. You tried scrolling, when an ache between your legs at the thought of Roby being so protective of you, holding you tightly and genuinely listening attentively. You were terrified to look at the windows, in fear of someone watching you. You tried to reach into your boyshorts to relieve the ache, but after a few strokes on your clit, you had the unmistakable feeling you were being watched. Shame burnt your cheeks as you hastily wiped your fingers on the covers crept out of the safety of the covers towards Robby, towards comfort. 

“Robby, are you asleep?” You asked meekly. 

Robby rose up from his position lying down. He beckoned you over and slung his arm around your shoulders. 

“I can’t sleep.” You mumbled. You tried to ignore how good he looked with messy hair, his pajama pants with his shirt discarded on the arm chair. His voice was thick with sleep.  

“What’s wrong, baby? C’mere.” He held you tightly, voice quiet, he said. “Can’t turn that brain off, huh?” You shook your head. He kissed your bare shoulder, right next to the strap of your tank. 

“Got scared..” You whispered. 

“Let me take care of you, sweetheart. I’ll make it allll better.” He turned your head as you leaned in to kiss him. He ran one hand around your waist and the other through your hair. You pulled away slightly, 

“What about Jack?” You whispered. 

“Don’t you worry about Jackie, sweet girl, he won’t mind at all.” You simply nodded, brain fuzzy from the gentle kiss. He kissed you again, a little harder this time. His tongue is dipping into your mouth. You reached up to tangle your hands into his messy hair. 

“Robby?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Take me to bed.” At that he pulled away to look at you, with a face that asked ‘are you sure?’ you nodded. He moved his hands to your waist, tucking his hands under your bottom, lifting you up to carry you back to the safety of your pink sheets. You felt safer with Robby with you. The idea of someone watching became less creepy and more erotic. 

He laid you down on the bed setting you back against the pillows and gently pulled your boy shorts to the side. Two of his thick fingers running up your slit. You let a small gasp out at the sensation. You pawed at his pants. His other hand came to grab yours. 

“Baby, you had a rough night. I’m not gonna take advantage of you.” You whined in response. “But I need you!” Robby chuckled at that. 

“I’m gonna give you my fingers, and you’re gonna go to sleep after.” He mumbled against your hairline while his fingers ghosted over your clit. You whined once again. 

“I need you Robby, please.” You were desperate. At that he smiled and stuck a finger into your cunt. You groaned into his shoulder. He could feel how tight you were, likely from the stress you’ve been dealing with. You’ve been pent up because of it. He began massaging your clit in tandem with his finger moving in and out of your sweet cunt. He added a second finger and you moaned, yanking on his hair for him to move down to kiss you. 

“Robby,” you exhaled. 

“I’m right here, baby.” he kissed the corner of your mouth and moved to kiss your neck. 

He added a third finger, still stroking your clit with his thumb, skillful hands making you moan. His fingers were precise and as methodical as a surgeon's, you vaguely think about the time you felt hot after watching him practice an intubation, his hands flexing and moving with precision. He mouthed at your neck. You let out a quiet moan. 

“Jack,” he chuckled darkly at that. 

“You thinking ‘bout jack when i’m knuckle deep inside you?” Your face flushed. You opened your mouth to apologize for your slip. Face red and looking like you wanted him to just suffocate you with a pillow right there. 

“S’okay baby. I’m thinking about him too.” He paired that sentence with a curl of his fingers, the sensation becoming too much. You whined once more. 

“You thinking ‘bout his thick fingers, sweetheart?” 

“Thinking ‘bout you, Robby!”  You whimpered. 

“Tell the truth, sweetheart.” 

“Just miss ‘im. Still love you.” you moaned, forehead scrunched in pleasure as he curled his fingers deliciously once again. You clenched around him. 

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” He continued playing with your clit and curling his fingers against your g-spot. You could only nod your head, eyes closed. 

“You gonna cum for me while you're thinking about Jack? Huh? Go on then, do it.” at that the coil in your tummy snapped and you whimpered. Your slick covering his palm. He made eye contact with you as he brought them into his mouth to clean them off. You moaned at the sight. He used his free hand to slide your boyshorts back into place. He gave your sweet cunt a gentle pat over the thin fabric. 

“S’sensative,” you squealed. 

Robby moved to hand you the water at your bedside table. 

“Take a few sips f’me, okay? I’m gonna get a towel. I’ll be right back.” Your eyes shot open. 

“No! Don’t leave me alone with him!” You grabbed his arm and looked at him with pleading eyes. He just nodded and didn’t question it, just moved so you could lay your head on his chest. Your eyes fluttered shut. You would have noticed that if your brain wasn’t still so fuzzy from the mindnumbing orgasm he just gave you. No doubt better than any Daniel had given you throughout your short relationship. 

“Are you sleepy now, baby?” You just nodded, unable to form an answer. 

“Yeah you are, just needed to get your panties sticky, huh?” Your cheeks flushed. Robby seemed to enjoy making you squirm from his vulgar words. He kissed your forehead. 

“G’night Robby.” you managed to mumble before drifting off while counting his heartbeats. 

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The next morning, you woke up to the smell of burnt eggs in your small kitchenette. You got out of bed and noticed your boyshorts and cotton panties had been replaced with clean ones. You padded your socked feet out of your room to see Jack sitting at your counter top with a disappointed look on his face as Robby held the burnt eggs in the pan towards him. 

“Morning, Babydoll, guess I missed all the fun, huh?” Your cheeks flushed as Jack moved his arm around your waist as you walked toward him, standing next to where he sat on the high top chairs. Robby smirked and cheekily winked at you. 

“Told you he wouldn’t mind, sweetheart.” You were confused but you couldn’t help the warm ache that settled back into your cunt. 

“You’re okay with it?” Jack just grinned, you loved his toothy smile, you couldn’t help but reciprocate. 

“‘Course babydoll, what kind of friend would I be if I made you choose? That is if you want me too of course.” You flushed once again. Looking down at your Brandy Melvile heart socks. You nodded shyly. Jack didn’t let you off that easily. 

“Nah uh, you gotta use your words, babydoll.” 

“I- I want you both.” You finally said after a few seconds. Jack smiled and pulled you down towards him in his seat with the hand on your waist. You met his lips and smiled into the kiss. He was gentler than you expected. You had heard all of his past sexual experiences and conquests to the intimacy of the kiss was a welcome surprise. 

After you pulled away, Robby appeared right behind you, you put your hands on his chest and leaned in to give him the same kiss as Jack. After you pulled away to salvage the mess that was Robby’s attempt of making breakfast, you watched as Jack yanked Robby by his shirt down to give him a filthy kiss in comparison to yours. You flushed and turned away toward the sink. Robby noticed. 

“S’okay sweetheart, we want you to watch.” He said in a gravely voice. 

the sounds of rain and wind chimes playing their tune echoed throughout the house, the cloudy sky making the house feel gloomier than usual.

Reader laid on the bed, her body facing the window, watching the rain and the wind chimes Choso had put up—claiming they always brought a sense of harmony to the house. she hadn't felt in harmony lately. Instead, her head was filled with self-deprecating thoughts about her and Choso’s relationship. It wasn't that the relationship was bad; they were stable, if anything. but with so much negativity that was crashing into her life lately, she felt it was affecting what they had. she knew she was being irrational for even thinking this, but she couldn't help herself.

every day, a crushing weight settled in her chest, her own thoughts whispering that their love was failing and he was falling out of love with her. whenever he touched her, it was just a ghost of the passion they once cherished—a harsh reminder that made her heart ache.

she hears the door swing open and already knows it’s Choso, but she doesn't move to greet him. Instead, she pulls her arms tighter around herself, trying to shrink away from the world, huddled in a ball of sorrow.

Choso stood at the door, he hesitated to even enter the bedroom. but he couldn't bear the thought of her being so alone in her pain, so he finally broke his stance and walked in.

closing the door behind him, Choso walked over to the bed and laid down next to her, shifting his body to face her. "You okay? What's wrong?" He was extremely worried for his precious girlfriend—like any boyfriend would be.

"Choso, will a day come... when you don't want me anymore?" Her voice is shaky, face was distraught, holding tears back.

"No." Choso answered immediately. "I always want you around. Please don't think otherwise."

Reader couldn't answer, but she finally looked at him, her eyes watering and her glasses slipping down her nose. Choso cracked a gentle smile. "C'mere."

he opened his arms, and Reader immediately crawled into them, hiding her face in his chest as she wrapped her arms tightly around him.

"I'm sorry," her voice muffled against his chest.

Choso rubbed her back, trying to soothe her. "For what? It’s okay to be upset, sweetheart. I'll always be here for you." His head leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

Reader's tears slowed as she held onto him tighter.

"I love you. I always will."

she felt her chest tighten at his words, as if they were stitching her back together. "I love you too," she whispered against him.

together, they listened to the tranquil sounds of rain and wind chimes, eventually falling asleep in a tangled mess of limbs.

i originally wrote this for my friend and wanted to post it @i90o3

a/n: HAPPY FINAL DAY OF KINKTOBER SLUTS AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO ALL YOU FREAKS!!! huge applause for everyone who joined in on the fun this year, and for allowing me to be a part of it, even if it was in a small way. i had so much fun just being shamelessly myself with this little project and i’m so glad i had the best group of people to share this experience with, i love u guys <3333 SHOUTOUT ALL MY OLDER MEN FUCKERS, XOXO SWEEETHEARTS

summary: it’s the oldest story in the book—a damsel in distress, rescued from danger by a hero. only this time it’s halloween, the danger is laced in your drink, and the hero is the only father figure in jake, your best friend’s, life… the same man who must fight a battle of his own tonight.

₊˚ ✮ kinktober prompts: aphrodisiacs / car sex

word count: 7.3k

warnings: SMUT!!!!!!!! f!reader, college student!reader, jake’s best friend!reader, AGE GAP!!! (30+ yrs), halloween party, disgusting frat boys, shitty classmates, drugs/alcohol, aphrodisiacs (non-consensual!!), side effects/reference to a panic attack, mentions of pittfest (reader was a victim), daddy issues, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, car sex, cumshot + cum play, fat cock!robby, size kink, touch starved!robby, pet names, reader’s costume is vague, reader is a dilf lover (no one is shocked), robby fighting through an ethical dilemma

summary: reader goes on date with park, what happens when park notices that they aren’t really that into him? does he help reader get back at abbot?

warnings: 18+, cursing, minor spelling errors.

stable for now masterlist

Your day off, finally leads to the day you’re meant to meet up with Brendan. “Is this something I really want to go through with?” You think to yourself as you get up to pick out an outfit for the date.

You drag yourself out of bed as you sigh looking at your phone.

Park: I’ll be at your place around 6:30.

You: Sounds good.

You sigh as you throw your phone back on the dresser. Heading to the kitchen as you make yourself a toasted egg bagel your usual daily breakfast. Javadi yawns as she spots you in the bright kitchen.

“Why are you up so early?” She smiles taking a bite of your bagel. You snatch it as you shake your head.

“Vic there’s plenty of bagels for you to make yourself one.” You point towards the top of the fridge as she rolls her eyes.

“I’m up because I have a date with Brendan.” She stops as she grabs the bagels. “You’re actually going?” She says lighting up.

“I promised him I would.” You groan as you run your hands through your hair.

“You should after all Abbot seems to be getting very flirty with a new surgeon.” She says making herself a bagel. You stop mid bite as you shake your head turning to look at her.

“Seriously?” She nods as she finishes preparing her breakfast. “I say you go through with it and show that asshole what he should be missing.” She smiles patting your hip.

“You’re a dime Y/N.” You give her a soft smile as she looks at you. “If anything Abbot should be begging for you to come back.” She says heading back to her room.

It arrives to 6:30 as you wait outside the apartment for Brendan to pull up. You spot a big black truck as you sigh “Figures.” You say huffing under your breath. The truck stops in front of you as Brendan exits with a bouquet of pink tulips.

“You look good out of scrubs Y/N.” He says handing you the bouquet as he reaches in for a hug tightly gripping at your back. You smile softly at the thought of him guessing your favorite flower correctly. He looks you up and down as he lets go of the hug. “I made reservations at a steakhouse.” He says towering over you as he then opens the car door.

“Please don’t let it be an expensive one.” You reply as you place the bouquet on your lap. “You aren’t paying regardless.” He says before slamming the door and entering on the drivers side.

The drive to the steakhouse is no longer than 20 minutes as you look out the window and linger back onto the thought of Abbot flirting with someone at work. “You ok?” Brendan asks as he pats your thighs softly.

You give him a tight lipped smile as you nod. “Never better.” You say as you look back out the window.

“We’re here.” Brendan says as he parks the car.

“This place looks expensive Shark.” You say as he opens the car door for you as his calloused hand grips yours to help you out the big truck.

“Nothing out of my budget.” He smirks as you shake your head. “Right because I forget how much you ortho bros make.” You say as you walk side by side into the restaurant.

“Reservation for Brendan.” Park says as the hostess sits you down in a secluded booth dimmed with darker lights.

“You can get whatever you want sunshine.” He says as he looks at you inspecting the menu. “I was planning on it shark.” You say smiling at him but can’t help but feeling guilty. Why does your mind always think back to Jack? You shake your head as you look back up to Brendan.

“I can tell you don’t want to be here.” He says as his eyes remain on the menu.

“W…what?” You say shaking your head softly as he sees right through you. “I can sense that you agreed to this to make someone jealous.” He stifles a laugh as you mentally punch yourself.

“I’m gonna guess it has something to do with Jack?” He says glancing at you. You laugh as you fix your hair that tends to fall in your face from time to time.

“It’s that noticeable?” You groan as you close the menu.

“Sweetheart half the ER and OR knows you two are or were a thing.” He shakes his head as he puts down the menu pouring himself a glass of wine.

“Well it’s complicated and I don’t know what he wants.” You say sipping from the glass he handed you.

“He claims that I need to grow up and that I don’t respect his wishes and boundaries.” You say lowly as you can’t help but fight back some tears.

“What’s wrong with being a little childish? after all you are half his age.” He says looking at his watch.

“He should’ve known that’s what comes with the package of dating someone younger”. He sighs as he stares into your watery eyes.

“Look how about I help you get back at him? You know flirt here and there at work.” He says as he reaches for your hand.

“And if he’s too stupid to not fight for you then he’s missing out on an amazing girl.” He says grazing your hand with his thumb.

You stifle a laugh as you nod wiping a tear. “Who knew you’d be a softie Brendan.” You smile as he rolls his eyes.

“Only for the pretty ones.” He nods as you guys continue the date.

im making this a series! coffee shop slow burn with langdon who is dealing with the separation. reader is a hopeless romantic who is corny af

this is completely self indulgent and a personal gift to myself since my birthday is in 9 days sooooo 🙈

the first five months of frank’s break were easily the hardest. the constant arguing with abby, the nights on the couch, and lastly the split. 

they weren’t exactly divorced but instead separated. abby was disappointed in him, as was pretty much everyone else was too. 

what really cut the deepest was abby mentioning something about seeing other people. frank swore the breath in his lungs completely stopped. his throat felt constricted as his eyes burned, yet he agreed. 

part five of a frank langdon x reader smau

in which dr. melissa king makes a plan

content: black!fem!reader implied but no descriptions used, divorced!langdon, use of (y/n), gen z speak, foul language, medical terminology, mentions of addiction, suggestiveness, angst if you squint, spoilers,doesn't follow the pitt timeline or canon, lotssss of creative liberties taken

inspired by: @/p1ttlings and @/tequilai

dividers by: @/saradika-graphics

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love letter: reader doesn’t know left from right at this point but STAY WITH ME. ok love ya! bye! 💌

taglist (closed): @archxve @wylewhims @yourfavouritemoose @sophsthebest @novausstuff @ellie-mwah @dreamybabbyy @shitface-t @abbotitts @fifiandtheflowertotsss @lilithblackkk @vikisvendetta @momdancingtomcr @bmo-bri @xreader1989 @someonessupersecretspam @cantbecreative @localsams @fawnsfern @inlovewithallmusic @ihyperfixatetoomuch @iloveofftotheraces @birthdaycakesprinkles @jaelaconsuela @kaylajerks @neverstopthekashh @pinkpantheris

THEME: Floral

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syp: you're scared of megumi's demon dogs, they adore you

“megumi, i swear to god—” you cut yourself off with a small shriek as shiro curiously padded closer to you two. currently, you were frozen in place behind megumi, fingers curled into his sleeve as you shot a deadly glare into the back of his skull. he stood unshaken, simply trying to ward the large wolf breed back into some far corner of his dorm so you wouldn't lose your shit.

originally, you avoided megumi's dorm like the plague, knowing of the two hounds he kept. you never had a good relationship with dogs, especially big ones that could bite a chunk out of you for sunday brunch. therefore, you kept your distance. any lazy hangouts were kept in your own dorm and you seldom visited megumi's unless the circumstances were pressing. unfortunately, that restraint crumbled when megumi told you he needed some help returning a couple cursed tools to gojo after a training attempt to broaden his horizon in weaponry. you asked if there was no one else that could help him, and the answer was no: yuuji was training with nanami, nobara was doing ‘girl stuff’ with maki, and inumaki and panda were idiots (his words, not yours)— making you the only viable option. now, you were barely two meters past the doorway and quivering in fear as shiro and kuro swarmed megumi's legs upon his arrival. “it's fine, they always do this when i get home.” he remarked nonchalantly, as if that helped.

kuro was the one that sought interest in you first, moving to sniff at your ankle. instinctively, you stepped back, letting go of megumi's sleeve. kuro stepped closer. megumi noticed the sheer look of distress on your face and called for kuro, but the large pup was way more interested in you and shiro soon began following in his brother's footsteps. megumi reached out, pulling at shiro's collar to prevent him from getting any closer to you while simultaneously reaching for kuro's collar, dragging the hound away from you just enough for you to free yourself from the wall you backed into.

“they don't bite until they're commanded to, you're good,” megumi insisted despite the pups now straining against the hold he had on them. megumi grumbled something under his breath before yanking them back with a sharp huff.

“then why are they.. doing that?” you pressed, practically halfway out the door by now as megumi rallied the dogs into submission. you knew (prayed) that he wouldn't let anything happen to you. “they don't know you, they're trying to get your scent.” megumi explained as he secured the nearest leash onto shiro and kuro. “look,”

megumi said as he stepped closer to you, just enough for the demon dogs to get close enough to get another whiff of your shoe, then your sock. cold noses pressed against your calf and even though your face contorted, your body was frozen still by fear, arms pinned to your sides. kuro's tail wagged wildly while shiro seemed more relaxed, tail flicking once or twice before trotting back over to megumi's side. kuro, seemingly having other plans, leapt up, paws clawing at your uniform as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. you let out yet another shriek, stumbling back, practically squirming away from the fur baby. it was a wonder you were still standing. megumi let out a small snort, tugging at kuro's leash for him to return to his side. “sorry, he's really friendly. he always does that..”

“shut up, just bring those stupid cursed tools outside yourself. i'll help you lug them back to gojo.” you bit out, definitely a little more snappy than usual due to the adrenaline coursing through your veins (because apparently a wolfdog licking your shin was the same as running four miles) as you dusted off your uniform frantically with a scowl. when you looked up, you realised megumi was sporting an unfamiliar shit-eating grin that seemed more like it belonged on gojo's face than his own. maybe gojo's soul heard the chaos ensuing and possessed megumi's body to see for itself, you wouldn't doubt the guy. “you think this is fucking funny?—”

before you could curse out his entire bloodline, megumi was ushering his dogs back inside with raised brows. “geez, geez my bad. i'll be out soon.”